This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

If ever a lyric said it all, Cherry White hit it with Riding Bikes.

I look at as is I’m a mirror to my prey, prey, really?

Having a conservation with your food should be enjoyable, but your food doesn’t know it’s food until the fucking begins.  Then you might say some shit in the throws of passion.

I’ve said a few things.

I love the way you taste.

You’re feeding me so much.

If they noticed, I could say it was the moment that caught me, and that’s when they say “oh.”

It passes as nothing.

What if I find a Succubus?

Then we feed each other, however break ups occur when we do that.  You can only hang out with the same person for so long until contempt comes in.

I’ve heard it from many anytime I say I should be looking for a Succubus. 

In fact the longest lasting relationship that an Incubus and a Succubus have had has been around 200 years give or take. 

Many have tried.

We used to think we needed to mate with our own to produce more. Not so. It’s a genetic mutation and many Incubi and Succubi had none of the mutation through their lineage. 

Many have no idea what they are, they just think they’re sex addicts.

Oh how I wish I was a sex addict.

It would explain a lot, but then there’s the other shit I do. That is tell tale signs, this one ain’t fuckin’ normal.

Way not normal.